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YOU ASKED FOR ME TO WRITE YOU AN ODE,
WELL THIS I’M SENDING TO YOUR ABODE.
ACROSS THE SEAS, AND OVER THE LANDS,
THE DIRTY BEACHES, AND CLEAN WHITE SANDS.
YOUR JOKES I CAN SAFELY SAY ARE A BORE,
WELL, OF YOUR LAUGHTER, LETS HAVE SOME MORE.
YOU CAME FROM THAT PLACE CALLED CLONES,
ABOUT CRICKET YOU ARE CLUELESS.
RECEIVED YOUR LETTER -TA VERY MUCH,
MUST GET TOGETHER FOR SOME LUNCH.
GOING YOU PAKISTAN, WATCH WHAT YOU DO,
ELSE THE LOCK YOU UP IN THE DIRTY LOO.
MUST GO, SAID ALL I CAN,
BECAUSE YOU KNOW I’M THE MAIN MAN.
TAKE CARE, GOD BLESS, SEE YOU SOON,
HERE, OR THERE, OR ON THE MOON.
